Wetsuit Myself

My wetsuit’s swan song for the season went pretty well, I mean it is still a case of the ultimate Chinese Burn at every epidermal point of contact, but as with birthing babies, there is an endgame.

I would say that as antagonistic as my wetsuit can be, it has served me well for this Summer of 2015. We’ve had our ups and downs, capsized, face planted into the waves, we’ve travelled miles on a laminated piece of polystyrene over froth and swell, and we’ve squelched into coffee shops, restaurants and crowded public places together.

The Model Edit

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About me

During my career, as an international Fashion model, I have clocked up a few miles on the world’s catwalks, sat in the make up artist’s chair for hundreds of hours, and been teased, backcombed and groomed by hairdressers for the same number of hours. I’ve been lucky enough to work as a model, for magazines, designers and directors in both beautiful, and mad places, shooting covers, and commercials. I am a style spy!